In her colorful cheeks and strong arms and shoulders, indicated by her well-tailored suit, he recognized the human vigor he most craved in a woman.

By way of diversion he ordered an old-fashioned whisky cocktail, urging her to join him.

Finding her obdurate, he drew from his pocket a little box.
"We agreed when we played the other night on a memento, didn't we ?" he said.

"A sort of souvenir?
Guess ?" Aileen looked at it a little nonplussed, recognizing the contents of the box to be jewelry.

"Oh, you shouldn't have done that," she protested.